Note: Hello! This is the NSFW version of Chapter 10. Chapter 10 SFW and Chapter 10 NSFW have the same content, the only difference is that the NSFW content is taken out there, but no plot has been taken so please be rest assured. Thank you readers!
The Author's notes will also be the same!
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Year XXXX
The Aiziles Kingdom falls after the assassination attempt on the Crown Prince of the Bestetian Empire. The attempt also caused suspicion on the Third Prince of Aiziles, Prince Arthir de Rulia Aiziles. However, after several testimonies from the lower realm of the Aiziles Kingdom defending the third prince and as well as visual and auditory evidence from the assassin and several other sources, the suspicions have been cast aside.
The King and Queen, including the first and second prince have faced judgement and have been sentenced to death for attempting to assassinate the Crown Prince and for their schemes to overtake the Bestetian Empire.
The Kingdom may have fallen, but it was the rise of freedom.
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Year XXXX
Crown Prince Cyris de Avelione Bestetia and former Third Prince, Prince Arthir de Rulia Aiziles weds. The whole Empire celebrates and looks forward to a bright future with their rulers.
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Sniff.
The Emperor blows his nose into a tissue. The Emperor puts it away inside a trash bin beside his chair. Cohlin stood by his side, carrying a box of tissues. The Emperor takes another tissue, sniffling. "I never thought I'd see this day..."
Cohlin nods. "Our prince and his spouse have certainly come a long way."
"My Empress...Are you watching this? Look at them..."
Cohlin finds himself tearing up at the mention of the late Empress. "I'm sure that her majesty is with us."
The Emperor nods, smiling proudly at his son and son-in-law. Today is truly a joyous occasion and he grabs Cohlin's arm. "Are you sure you don't want the title-"
"Yes, your majesty."
He's grateful that the Emperor thought so highly of him, but no. There was no way he was going to be a national hero because he was a matchmaker. He didn't even want to think about it, so Cohlin focused his gaze on the wedded pair in front of them all.
Cyris in a black suit while Arthir was wearing a white suit, a veil over his face. Maybe...Maybe it's fine to cry with the Emperor for once. So he wouldn't feel too lonely. In this large hall that echoes their voices, only close members of the royal family were present to witness the event along with Cohlin.
It didn't take long for Cyris to lift Arthir's veil and capture his beloved's lips.
After the marriage ceremony, they begin the wedding reception with a fated spar. The Emperor almost fainted, but the soldiers cheered without qualm. Will this finally be the day where one of them will succeed victorious!? The General had a gut feeling, someone was going to win. This won't end in a draw.
"It's my wedding day, go easy on me." Arthir says with a frown.
"It's also my wedding day, idiot. You should let me win." Cyris clicked his tongue.
"And why should I?" Arthir shot back.
"So I can save energy for tonight."
"..." Arthir clenched his fist. "Y-You..."
Cyris smirked. "Get your head out of the gutter, dear. We still have to dance later, yes?"
"I'm going to step on you later." Arthir replied flatly. "A lot. Until your feet bleed."
Cyris howled in laughter and struck Arthir with a punch, only for his husband to dodge. Their fight goes on for almost an hour, the crowd getting more intense and the Emperor was in a daze as he watched his sons battle it out. Cyris finds an opening, finally catching Arthir off guard.
But before Cyris knew it, his entire world was suddenly upside down. The ground hit his back and everyone fell silent. Arthir dusts off his hands and presses down the wrinkles that formed on his suit.
...Deja vu.
Ah...Cyris looks at Arthir. There's that shit-eating grin he loves to see.
Arthir squats down, an arm wrapped around his knee and the other poking at his head. Cyris laughed loudly, full of warmth and adoration for the man that defeated him. Truly, there was no fitting for him other than Arthir. "What's this? The future emperor is defeated. Bleh!"
Arthir sticks his tongue out teasingly.
"Keep that up and I'll bite your tongue in front of everyone."
Arthir covers his mouth almost immediately, glaring at Cyris. "Shut up. Don't forget about my reward."
"Reward or not, I still would've done it for you whenever." Cyris points out, sitting up. Arthir pats his back, dusting the dirt off as much as he can. Even though they'll change into another set of suits later, Arthir still took the time to clean Cyris. Cyris continues while his husband fusses over him. "I don't get why you had to ask for it as a reward for our fight."
Arthir hums thoughtfully. "I want to earn it fairly. You said it yourself didn't you? When we first met. I wish to see actual strength to back up your arrogant claims and comments. That's what you said to me."
"You...remember it word for word?"
"I do." Arthir says, finishing with his task.
"Back then, we would've asked for a divorce." Cyris half-jokes.
Arthir nods. "But I won't. I have to protect my Emperor after all."
"You..." Cyris sighs in defeat. Arthir chuckles and stands up, offering Cyris a hand and helps him up. They gaze at each other, gentle smiles on their faces.
"WOOO!!!"
"That was a great fight!"
"Congratulations, Prince Arthir!!"
Cyris and Arthir flinched. Oh right...They had an audience.
A few hours later, Arthir and Cyris soon retire to their private chamber. Arthir and Cyris look at each other, anticipation in their eyes. Arthir clears his throat and looks away. "I'll take a bath first..."
Cyris nods. "Yes..."
Arthir scurries away to the bathroom, shutting the door and pressing his back against it. He took a deep breath and shook his head. Get your head out of the gutter. Listen to what your husband said! And that...that shameful side of me that day...
Arthir decides to throw his thoughts away, quickly discarding his clothing and entering the shower. He didn't take too long and took a bathrobe, tying the sash tightly. He exits, feeling refreshed. Cyris passes by him, showering next. While Arthir waited, he took a seat in the middle of the bed, reading one of his novels.
"I'm done." Arthir hears Cyris say as the bathroom door slid open.
"..." Arthir quickly looked down, focusing his gaze on the novel, his face burning. To come out like that...Nothing was covering his husband's body other than a towel tied around his waist. And that body...Arthir bit his lip, his novel doing nothing to erase the sight of his husband's muscled and fit body in his mind. Come to think of it, Arthir had never looked at his husband's body like this before.
He's seen him without a shirt before, when they have their injuries treated and such.
But now...
Arthir felt the bed sink, Cyris sitting down at the edge by the drawer.
"So um...there's no rush." Cyris suddenly says. Arthir takes a deep breath and finally looks at Cyris, who was staring at the drawer. A month ago, they were desperate to hold each other, but now it's all awkward. Arthir recalled how he pleaded that day so early in the morning and he was still embarrassed of his behavior.
"It was endearing."
"..."
Arthir bit his lip and made a decision. He crawls closer to Cyris, not knowing where to place his hand on his husband's body, so he places his hand on his husband's shoulder and gives an awkward pat. Cyris looked up, slight surprise in his eyes. Arthir averted his gaze away from Cyris's face.
"...I want."
"..."
Fuck it. He looks at Cyris's face and the answer is already clear.
The two find themselves laying on the bed, kissing each other deeply with so much affection. Cyris easily unties the sash around Arthir, pulling the bathrobe off of him and throwing it aside. Their hands roam around each other's bodies, feeling each other's heat.
It felt so long until Cyris reached for the drawer, taking out a tube. Arthir braced himself, knowing exactly what the tube full of liquid was for. Cyris didn't say anything as he poured and damped his fingers with the lubricant. Cyris turns his attention back to Arthir and places his hand on Arthir's thigh.
"Ready?"
Arthir gulped and nodded. "P-Please..."
Cyris wasted no time, parting Arthir's legs, licking his lips at the sight o himf. Arthir covers his face with his hands, whimpering in embarrassment. Conflict battled within his mind, he didn't want to be stared at too much, but at the same time, it was arousing. Unable to see and brace for it, he feels fingers slide into him.
Arthir gasps, squirming at the sensation.
"Relax, I'll take care of you." He felt Cyris's other hand right on top of his abdomen. Arthir trembles from his comforting words and touch. Arthir moves his hands away, wanting to see what kind of face Cyris was making and it made feel even more heated.
"A-Ah!" Arthir moans, shutting his eyes.
Cyris watch's Arthir's face contort into pleasure, panting heavily and tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Cyris sears the sight into his memories, and so will his other expressions. Arthir whines, gripping onto the sheets. If he's gonna rip it, then so be it. "Cyris...Cyris, please..."
"Just a little more." Cyris soothes him by planting kisses on his face. Arthir looked down; he was sure his face was already so red and steaming. The towel around his husband's waist had been discarded somewhere in the room and he gapes.
"Y-You're..." big. Is left unsaid.
"I think you're ready...Do you feel discomfort?" Cyris asked, pulling out his fingers. Arthir whimpers at the loss, feeling the need to be filled once again. Arthir shakes his head but pleads softly. "Please...I want you Cyris. Put it in, please..."
Arthir had already thrown away his pride and shame at this point, he just wanted to become one with Cyris already and love him. Cyris didn't leave Arthir begging for too long as he aligned his cock at Arthir's entrance. Arthir held his breath, biting his lips to the point of drawing blood as Cyris slowly entered.
"H-Haaa, ah-Ngh!" Arthir let out a choked noise and several other noises, slowly becoming aware of Cyris's size and how full he feels. Cyris bit back a groan as Arthir clenched around him tightly. The more he settles in, the more he draws out sharp gasps and cries from Arthir.
He stops midway. "Are you okay?"
"Cyris, move...deeper..." Arthir sobs. Arthir suddenly bucks his hips, causing Cyris to moan.
"You...do you have any idea how lewd you sound and look like right now?" Cyris said, swallowing Arthir's cries with a deep kiss. Cyris finally settles inside Arthir, massaging his waist to soothe any pain his husband is feeling. He doesn't complain, just like how he doesn't complain in spars. Instead...
"Nghh, it feels so good." Arthir moans, arching his back. "Cyris, move please..."
Cyris tries an experimental thrust and Arthir winces. "Don't stop...I'm okay. Fill me, please."
Cyris's left eye twitches, a deep sound escapes Cyris, sounding like growl as he drags his cock out and pushes it back in, long and unsteady moans leaking out of Arthir's wet lips.
"Cyris, deeper! Please!" Arthir pleads, legs wrapped around Cyris so tightly. "Cyris, Cyris!"
Arthir calls his name so sweetly, like a special chant only meant for him. His name coming from sweet, delicate lips with such a sudden high-pitch tone, crying so needily. How could he deny him? Cyris makes a low, guttural sound as he wraps his arms around Arthir's waist.
"GAH!" Arthir cries out, suddenly being lifted off the bed and now straddling Cyris. Arthir quickly wraps his arms around Cyris. He was lifted, then suddenly slammed back down.
"Ahn!" A broken moan escapes Arthir's lips, "W-Wait! Too deep! I-I...Cyris, wait-"
"I'll give you your reward now."
"W-Wait!! Now!?" Arthir gasps, scratching Cyris's back. "N-No, Cyris I'll-"
Cyris licks the underside of Arthir's ear and digs his nails into Arthir's hips. He whispered into his husband's ears as he continued to bounce and thrust into Arthir. "You were so good, Arthir. Ngh...So good. So strong for me...You were amazing back there...Everyone praised you as you deserve...I could never win against you."
"C-Cyris!" It was a mix between a scream and choke.
"You're the best...so good...You're so good, Arthir." Cyris continued to whisper several praises to Arthir, cursing as he felt Arthir tightening around him. Arthir's face was all wet and didn't know whether it was from sweat or tears or a combination of both. His stomach was hot with arousal and all it took to release was Cyris praising him.
"Fuck..." Cyris groans, "You came just from that?"
Arthir whimpered. "More...more, please..."
"You're going to be the death of me." Cyris rasps out.
It burns. It burns, but it feels so good. Cyris presses Arthir against the sheets, muffling Arthir's pleasurable moans with a kiss. Cyris rocked back and forth roughly, shuddering and moaning Arthir's name as he released his load inside.
"Haah..." Arthir exhales deep, trembling breaths. Shivering at the little movements Cyris makes, still too sensitive. Cyris moves to pull out, causing Arthir to bite Cyris's shoulder, silencing himself. "Arthir, you need to rest."
Suddenly, Arthir grabs Cyris's arm with a powerful grip. He panted and smirked at Cyris. "Who the hell are you lying to?"
Cyris eyes him dangerously, "You really think you can take me?"
Arthir smirks, feeling Cyris grow bigger inside. He licks Cyris's lips, pulling him down for a kiss. "I should be asking that question, dear. You're tired already aren't you? How-"
Cyris shoves his tongue into Arthir's mouth, fingers digging into Arthir's thigh as he slammed back in, causing Arthir to let out a broken cry. Cyris sinks his teeth into Arthir's neck, sucking and leaving marks all over. "Me? Tired? I was just trying to spare you. Seems like...you can handle a whole night, right?"
"...W-Whole night?" Arthir's breath hitched. "Like..."
"I'm not exaggerating or saying metaphors, Arthir." Cyris began to grind his cock more deeply and slowly, drawing out moans and whimpers from his love. "You can handle that, right? After all, you did say..ngh...say that you can't get tired of fighting for three days straight...maybe more. I'm sure I can do that too..."
Arthir was left to cry out in pleasure for the rest of the night.
When Arthir awoke, he groaned at the pleasant soreness he felt throughout his body. Arthir winced just from moving a little and gave up right then and there. Arthir knew exactly what he was getting into when he asked for it. Arthir stares at his husband's sleeping face, the husband who rendered him immobile.
Arthir wanted to snuggle closer, so he did, enduring the ache.
Cyris stirs and he slowly wakes up. Cyris buries his face into Arthir's hair, mumbling. "Good morning..."
"Good morning..."
Oh...Arthir couldn't tell if he was the one who replied. His voice sounded so hoarse and completely different.
"You okay?" Cyris asks.
"It's either carrying me everywhere or staying in bed for the whole day."
"Honestly, I'd be offended if you could walk and jump around right now." Cyris laughs into his hair, rubbing Arthir's hips and thighs soothingly. Arthir groans, hiding his face into Cyris's neck. Cyris peppers kisses all over Arthir's head, whispering an apology.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Arthir shakes his head. "I can take it. I asked for it too so don't apologize. In fact, don't apologize for loving me."
Cyris tilts Arthir's head up and kisses him deeply and messily.
"Cyris..." Arthir pulls away. "As much as I would love to, you need to go."
"Surely father and the rest would understand why I'm late." Cyris replied. "Or not show up at all."
"Don't be irresponsible."
Cyris groans and lifts the covers off, sitting up and yawning.
Arthir takes a look at his body. Despite being covered in several marks and bruises, he felt refreshed and clean. Cyris really did take care of him last night. Cyris notices Arthir's examination and explains. "I bathed you again last night."
"T-Thank you..."
"No need for thanks."
Arthir lays comfortably on the bed, wrapping himself with the blankets as he watches his husband prepare for the day and change.
He finds himself smiling and falling deeper in love.
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Hello everyone!!
How are all of you doing??
And so...the couple has put on a ring on each other and consummated.
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Thank you so much for reading and coming this far. We reached their wedding episode and I'm so happy that we reached this!! Thank you so much for being here! Thank you for all the support, views, votes and comments! I'll see you all in the next chapter!!